Realms In The Firmament - Chapter 100
Chapter 100 - Tough Time For The Salesroom
Ning Bi-Luo realized that Ye Xiao was speaking naturally. There was no anger or displeasure in his voice. It was spoken in a peaceful context. Ning Bi-Luo knew that Ye Xiao truly didn't care about it.
[You can be indifferent, but I... Can I?]
Ning Bi-Luo stayed on the roof in the heavy rain for a long time. Eventually he sighed and flew away.
Ye Xiao smiled in the dark and murmured, ’’As an assassin, he is cute... However, he underestimated me. If I am a man who always does favors for benefits, I won't risk my own life to save you, will I?’’
’’Besides... If the No. 1 assassin becomes my servant... Then he will no longer be the No.1 assassin. He will even fail to be a assassin... The change of one's faith will lower one's strength...’’
’’So I will never constrain you by asking you to repay the favor.’’
’’Have a safe trip, my friend.’’
Ye Xiao fell asleep quickly.
The past events had truly left him exhausted.
The next day, in the Ling-Bao Hall Salesroom.
Ling-Bao Hall had also been through a busy time these days.
Since the big boss had arrived, the atmosphere had become tense in the Ling-Bao Hall. The whole place was full of anxiety.
Especially Master Guan, Guan Wan-Shan. He was having a really difficult time.
He had been looking forward for Feng Zhi-Ling's arrival.
The big boss, the big fat guy Wan Zheng-Hao had badly lost his weight these days. That was an efficient way to lose weight. He was like a mad man walking round and round in the salesroom everyday.
Hmm. Regarding his body type, it might be a bit inappropriate to describe it as 'walking round and round';'rolling round and round' should be better...
Every time he saw Guan Wan-Shan, he would grab him and ask, ’’Did Feng Zhi-Ling come? He is here, isn't he? No?’’
If he saw Guan Wan-Shan ten times in a day, then he will ask the questions about Feng Zhi-Ling at least twenty times.
When he let Guan Wan-Shan go, he would add, ’’Why hasn't he come yet? When will he come?’’
During their conversation, he will ask some other questions from time to time. That was why he will ask this one question 'at least' twenty times a day.
’’He couldn't be dead, could he?’’
’’Why is he still not coming... What's going with that bastard?’’
’’Why isn't he here yet? Do you know what happened to him? Did he die for some venereal disease or what?’’
’’I think maybe I should send someone to check the brothel. What do you think?’’
’’Why is he not coming? You. Explain it to me...’’
It truly brought Guan Wan-Shan a painful headache. He was nearly freaked out.
It wasn't overstated. Everyone who had been asked the same questions dozens times a day would be freaked out. And his IQ would never stop being reduced...
Guan Wan-Shan thought that if the big boss kept asking him, he would go mad. [Feng Zhi Ling... He is not my son, is he? How can I possibly know that when he will come or why he doesn't come? You keep asking me. Who can I ask? Explain? What on earth can I explain? What clue do I have to explain? Explain your ass!
But... I can not turn down my boss, can I?]
Every time after he had humbly answered all these meaningless and repeated questions, he felt like he wanted to go mad. Maybe the next time, he would really go crazy...
As for now, when Guan Wan-Shan noticed the big boss, the only thing he wanted to do was to run away.
However, the salesroom was not a spacious place after all. Even he wanted to escape, there was not many places that he could hide.
He just couldn't escape the big boss, could he?
Day after day, the big boss was getting more and more anxious. Instead of coming across Guan Wan-Shan, he ran to Guan Wan-Shan's room shouting in a hurry, ’’Has he come? Any news? When will he come?’’
When he failed to find Guan Wan-Shan, he asked everybody in the salesroom to look for Guan Wan-Shan, ’’Bring Master Guan to me now!’’
So sometimes Guan Wan-Shan was brought to the big boss.
And then the big boss started his questions, ’’Has he come? Any news? When will he come?’’
Guan Wan-Shan was hearing the same vicious spells when he heard the questions. His face would turn pale and his eyes would become blank and straight. Sometimes he just wanted to die.
He really wanted to shout out, [Damn it! You keep asking the same questions eight hundred times a day. Do you think it is funny?]
However, he had thought of this words for eight million times and still couldn't dare to speak out.
He was working under the big boss's place. He couldn't be so offensive. He had to answer the boss's questions in a proper way!
In fact, the big boss, Wan Zheng-Hao was more upset himself.
He was so upset that he nearly wanted to kill himself.
He had made an awesome decision to store such a precious treasure. It was kept in his place for three thousand years. Yet he never had seen its true value. Every time when there was an auction, he desperately wanted it to be taken away.
For three thousand years, nobody wanted it. Even when it was bought several times, it would be returned in a short while. He had been so upset about it, because he thought that it was a curse set to have him humiliated.
In fact, it was this very treasure that brought him to today's glory. It was obviously a blessing to him. Why did he so desperately wanted to get rid of it?
He was out of his mind... Wasn't he?
Now, it was finally sold. Yet right after it was gone, he realized that it was a priceless superior treasure.
That was truly, a huge tragedy.
When he knew the truth, he almost hung himself right away.
That was just a normal thing for him...
Everyone knew that the Ling-Bao Hall was inherited from generation to generation. No matter who became the big boss, he needed to change his name to Wan Zheng-Hao.
That was the tradition of Ling-Bao Hall.
However, only Wan Zheng-Hao himself knew the truth.
All those heritors were actually the same guy... Wan Zheng-Hao himself. The inheriting matter was just a cover.
Nobody knew about it.
’’It is lucky that nobody knows the truth. Otherwise I will be seriously disgraced this time... I have to get the Cosmic Hades back...’’ Wan Zheng-Hao was pacing around anxiously.
[I may die if I don't get it back soon enough.
There is a slayer that I should never mess with staring at me every day...]
In his room, the middle-aged man watched Wan Zheng-Hao pacing and spoke indifferently, ’’It won't do any help pacing around. Wan Zheng-Hao. You brilliant bastard. You had kept such a precious treasure for so many years and you actually never have told me anything.’’
Wan Zheng-Hao was sweating because of fear. His muscles were trembling as if dancing and he spoke weakly, ’’I didn't know its value, did I... I thought it was just some garbage that kept bringing me disgrace... Ah. I was so blind...’’
The middle-aged man sneered and said, ’’I have made such great efforts to keep you alive. I have taught you the secret martial arts so that you can prolong your life. I have helped you make your Ling-Bao Hall the No. 1 salesroom in the whole land... Wan Zheng-Hao, and you pay me back with all this?’’
Wan Zheng-Hao was extremely frightened and said, ’’Please. Please... I didn't know the truth about the Cosmic Hades. It is true... If I knew it, I wouldn't put it in the auctions so many times, would I? I wouldn't sell it for only several millions silver bars, right? It was valuable only in the hand of the outstanding superior masters like you. Besides, if I knew that you would like it, I would just give it to you as a gift. If you just gave me a slight piece of favor, it would be more valuable than billions of gold in the mortal world... There is no way I could be so stupid...’’
The middle-aged man frowned and thought, [That is true. He is talking reasonably indeed.
It was just like a piece of dark gold being regarded as mud by a ignorant poor little rat... who didn't think it pretty and valuable, instead he think it had the same color with shit...]
’’Any news now?’’ he then asked, ’’That guy... Feng Zhi-Ling?’’
Wan Zheng-Hao wanted to kill himself when he heard the question.
Recently he had been asking Guan Wan-Shan the same question many times over, and actually he had been asked this same question by the middle-aged man for the same amount of times. What Guan Wan-Shan felt was exactly what he felt.
Guan Wan-Shan was just freaked out being asked while Wan Zheng-Hao was being threatened... That were quite different things.
’’Not at the moment.’’ Wan Zheng-Hao was upset, because he knew what the middle-aged man would say next.
’’Why don't you have any information yet...’’
’’When will you have anything...’’
’’How long do you want me to wait? Do you know how much time you have wasted me...’’
These words had been said several hundred times these days. Wan Zheng-Hao could even recite them in reverse.
- Bang! - Suddenly the door was opened. The next moment, the old man Guan Wan-Shan rushed in like a vigorous seven-teen years old guy yelling excitingly, ’’The... That... He... He has come!’’
The two men in the room were shocked at the same time.
They kept their eyes wide opened staring at the old man who looked like he had taken aphrodisiac. They were stunned.
The room they were staying was a place that nobody else was allowed to entered. Guan Wan-Shan was in a high position in the Ling-Bao Hall and he knew about this room, but usually he never dared to get in. What happened to him?
Guan Wan-Shan shouted and then gasped. He was holding his knees. He was old after all. He got tired after being excited for a moment. His face was in red, not because he had moved tempestuously, because he was too excited.
[Oh thank god! The days that I need to be asked the same questions eight million times a day have finally come to the end...
The guy... Feng Zhi-Ling has finally arrived!]